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So you thought
I was gonna my style?
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not sellin'
Ask wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true

So much in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till next
Will I get shot by a dope
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a home boy givin'
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker spit straight game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could a grown man die, laughin' at you
you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I wanted to
motherfucker, where's the joke?

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't my time

There's a girl I know her name is
Straight to the just rock it steady
so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I won't say girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll play that song
To the all day and all night long

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home doin' time in the pen
rock this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the
I could give a fuck less if you're don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I this freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby damn ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and me weak
your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous thoughts to
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you still rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
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